Page 83 of Rookie Moves

He’s mine to worship.

Mine to adore.

I’m beginning to feel dizzy from the heady sensation running through my veins, my legs growing weak as my balls tighten. Smoothing my hand up his back, I press down between his shoulder blades.

“Lie down,” I say in a low growl.

He falls forward, like his arms couldn’t bear the weight of him anymore. I crawl onto the bed and cover his body with mine, and slide my cock back inside him. He groans beneath me, the sound muffled into the mattress. My chest sticks to his back, our skin sticky with sweat.

Snaking my hands under his armpits, I wrap my arms around his chest and begin to move again. Tyler turns his head until I can reach his mouth, and we both moan when our tongues collide.

The bedsprings groan under the weight of us. Tyler’s body ruts against the sheets as I thrust hard and fast, chasing the high as it grows nearer. All we can do is catch each other’s breaths, our foreheads pressed together. I slide my hands from under his chest and run them up his arms to intertwine our fingers.

We’ve had a lot of sex over the last month or so, but not once did it feel like this. Like we’re on the brink of something life-changing.

Like this is more than just sex.

Maybe it’s the way I felt every word he sang like he’d written it himself, expressing the pain and heartbreak we’ll both feel from not being together.

It resonated on a soul-deep level, but I refuse to believe there isn’t a chance for us after graduation.

There has to be, because I can’t see how I can live without him now.

“Colbs,” he groans. His fingers tighten around mine as he whimpers my name again.

The base of my spine tingles, and the white-hot pleasure building in my groin intensifies.

“Fuck… Ty, I’m gonna come.”

The second those words leave my lips, my orgasm comes crashing through me. I moan, the sound coming from deep in my soul as my release spills inside Tyler.

The friction of the comforter against his cock must be enough to send him flying over the edge because he comes without having touched himself. He moans out my name as his muscles constrict around my cock.

I hide my face in his neck, letting out a strangled cry as another wave of my orgasm hits. I collapse on top of him, my limbs too weak to hold me up anymore.

Several minutes go by before I slowly ease out of him, and he groans into the comforter. White dots still linger in my vision as I roll onto my back, my muscles twitching as they relax.

“Wow,” Tyler murmurs, and I turn my head to look at him.

His face is flushed with sweat, his cheek is squished against the mattress. His eyes closed, and I reach over to card my fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face.

Slowly, he blinks his eyes open, and his mouth curves into a sleepy smirk.

“Wow, I think you fucked me into a different century.”

I snort a quiet laugh. “That good, huh?”

“Mhm, that good,” he replies, leaning into my touch. “You were so fucking perfect.”

My heart swells from his praise, like it does every single time I know I’ve pleased him.

With a grunt, he pushes himself up onto his elbows, and I let my hand fall from his scalp. He stays like that for a moment, simply watching me with hooded eyes and a lopsided smirk.

“We’re going to need to change your sheets before we get into bed. I fear I may have shot the load of an elephant.”

My shoulders shake with my laughter. “You better be careful when you stand up too, because I think I shot the load of an elephant too.”

He laughs too, the sound warm and comforting.